he looked at me
his loving, caring face was replaced
with a regard full of hatred and contempt
and from his glass he took a taste
of that horrible mixture of drink

he smiled at me
a smile so cold that didnt reach his eyes
so cold that it made me shiver
and then, despite my mournful cries
he drained the glass of death

he turned from me
and wandered over to the table
poured into the cup
slopping over the egdes, he was not able
to see properly in his drunked stupor

he reached for me
grabbing my mind and my fear
my mouth couldnt scream, coulnt speak
but from my glassy eye a single tear
slid down to my trembling lips

he couldnt csee me
i was far gone in the desolate land
of dreams and wonders, trying to froget
i was killed by the hand
of a dangerous lover
 
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